Armada / 250 points / A Storm Brewing / Draw
Wedged…..trapped…..shackled. Between a cruel Mistress and a pitiless Master. The anonymous admiral surveyed the black tar pool, a shifting mausoleum of briny pillars and swirling halls. Whose crypt though?
Despatched by the Ironcaster to recover what The Ironjawz had been unable to the anonymous admiral looked out into the gloom, heavy storms spanned the mid ocean. Whose crypt he repeated to himself….
The Dark Elves could be spied through small windows in the maelstrom ahead…….one Butcher……no, two Butchers. A gad-fly of a Neddlefang, and two others, what are they? He strained through the wall of sheeting rain. A Heartseeker, he was sure, and the other, an Assassin? No, an Impaler! The admiral was rather pleased with himself for having identified the paltry ‘trawlers’.
His own flotilla set off straight for the heart of the tempest - the pride of the fleet the fearsome Arbiter of Pain; the Angkor; Infernox; Decimator; & Katsuchan. All names, every last one, to shake the bowels of any who opposed the Hell Forged Squat Menace.
The dwarves pushed on and the Elves broke around the far side of an island between the two sides - typical of the Corsairs to brazenly retreat from the fray. The dwarves were hampered by their speed but their hellforged engines allowed them to manoeuvre adeptly. Led by the Decimator It bore down on the coop which was the straggling rear of the elven line like a vulpine terror. And like the wily fox it wrought havoc among it’s prey - sharp shooting damaged the Heartseeker and set her ablaze to-boot. The panic which ensued saw one of the Butchers, in it’s scramble to escape the press of the dwarves, run aground sitting like a pathetic emasculated Goredrake awaiting the inevitable despatch to the briny cavernous mausoleum!
The Evil Brigands were in disarray, sailing for their lives away from literally one dwarven vessel, albeit the deadly Dragon Fire ship.
However victory was far from won and the capricious Gods would definitely be favouring the Twilight Kin. They rallied their Heartseeker, Impaler and remaining Butcher. The dwarves had sought to position themselves to blast away the wounded hulk on the sandbank but the squally storms swirled and scudded acting like a protective cloak to prevent any true salvos being fired.
The Impaler heroically sailed to protect the wounded beast positioning herself to absorb the onslaught of the Arbiter of Pain leading to her inevitable crippling but she’d done her duty. The Heartseeker sped up and engaged the scourge of the Pirates, the Decimator who being a sly fox of a vessel was no match for a marauding raiding party and was sadly overwhelmed. It had done the anonymous admiral proud.
The Heroic Impaler spied it’s chance and forged on and rammed the spirited Katuschan which had been chipped at in waves by the evil pirates and was fatally holed and sunk. A desperate act indeed as the Impaler quickly followed its quarry to the bottom of the remorseless ocean. This left the stranded Butcher at the mercy of the Arbiter of Pain however no matter how much hot lead could be poured into her dismembered flank the hulk continued to resist - such Devilry!
The storms closed around the remaining vessels like the Kraken’s tentacles and it was time for the remaining crews to save themselves from the wrath of the Gods…….
Next time: KoW/ 1500 points/ Compass Points
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